But Luo Yinpo was looking straight at the door, as if there was someone standing outside!
The whimpering wind blew like a ghost crying.
The two doors creaked and swayed back and forth, making an unpleasant noise.
Suddenly there was a snap!
The chopsticks in the bowl fell down!
I was so frightened that I shivered.
Luo Yinpo turned around abruptly and said quietly: "From now on until the winter solstice, this kid can't go near the Xuanhe River in Laoshizi."
"Liu Shuigui, go and tear down all those mourning halls. Put them in mourning halls when people are still alive, and curse people to die early. Why are you so vicious in your heart?"
My father lowered his head and hurried out of the house to clean the mourning hall that the villagers had set up for me.
Luo Yin Po pointed to the other side of the room and told me to go to bed.
And she told me that from now on, I won’t dream about that damn woman until I pass the winter solstice and pass the twenty-two threshold.
I was dumbfounded and couldn't understand, so I could only do what she said.
Go back to the room and lie down on the bed.
The old chicken was lying on my chest, still motionless.
In the first half of the night, I slept much more peacefully and didn't have any more nightmares.
It was only in the middle of the night that I heard someone whispering.
I opened my eyes drowsily.
Luo Yinpo stood in front of the window, with sparse gray hair and her thin and stooped back, which made her look very thin.
There is a dark shadow of a person printed on the paper window.
The nagging sound came from Luo Yin Po.
"The Yangguan Road for the living, but the Nai Bridge for the dead."
"If you can't let go, my son shouldn't have died early. If you come to see him again, he won't follow you even after he dies."
The shadow on the paper window kept shaking, and the sound of choked sobs entered the house.
I felt so depressed and panicked, as if I was suffocating...
I don’t know when, Luo Yinpo came to my bedside again.
She looked at me with her wrinkled face and whispered: "My dear, if you look out the window when it gets dark, you will see ghosts. My mother-in-law is keeping vigil for you, so sleep well."
My eyelids started to fight, and my consciousness gradually blurred...
After that, there was a dreamless night.
When I woke up, dazzling sunlight was shining into the house.
Neither Laoji nor Luo Yinpo was in the room.
The sound of sharpening the knife reached my ears. I rolled out of bed and my steps became much smoother!
Entering the front room, my father sat on the threshold sharpening his knives. He sharpened the divination knife he had on hand to a razor-sharp edge.
Luo Yinpo closed her eyes and lowered her head beside the wooden table, as if she was taking a nap.
"Dad..." I shouted softly.
My father raised his head, with a lot of surprise on his face: "My energy has improved a lot. With Luo Yinpo here, I will be fine after the winter solstice!"
I actually have more doubts in my mind, why is there no problem after the winter solstice?
The winter solstice is my twenty-second birthday...
Luo Yinpo slowly raised her head and said dryly: "It's not too easy."
"It's hard to persuade an evil spirit with human words. The window in this house is just a piece of paper and can't stop her."
My father's face froze.
I don't know why, but I always feel like there's still a bit of blackness on his face...
I was extremely uneasy and was about to speak.
But my father opened his mouth uneasily and asked Luo Yin Po what to do? It was impossible to let her harm Yin and Yang.
At this point, my father's face became ruthless, and he raised his divination knife a lot.
"Put away your thoughts. Although you can fight most things in the water, this one is not included." Luo Yinpo said again coldly.
My dad obviously lowered his head, his round face looking quite depressed.
After a long pause, Luo Yin Po continued: "From now on, my son will live with me. I have been carrying Yin my whole life. What kind of sneakiness have I never seen?"
My dad looked up again, with a bit of surprise in his eyes.
I felt like I heard some unfamiliar words again, "Jie Yin"?
However, Luo Yin Po had already stood up and walked towards the outside of the house.
Dad glared at me and told me to follow him.
I quickly followed Luo Yin Po as she walked towards the village.
We used to live in the village, but the villagers were so hostile to me that they would even throw excrement on my doorstep at night, so my father moved his residence to a mouth more than 200 meters outside the village, on the edge of the river.
But even though I lived outside the village, if something happened to me, the villagers would still come over to pay my respects in mourning!
Walking along the path, there is a huge and wide river on the left, that is the Xuanhe River!
Lijiacun is a fishing village that relies on water for its livelihood.
As a corpse collector, my father’s territory covers a thirty-mile radius, and he would go out to collect corpses every now and then.
Otherwise, with him helping Lijiacun like this, we would have starved to death long ago.
After a while, we arrived at the entrance of the village.
There are densely packed courtyards on both sides of the road, and most of the villagers are sewing and mending fishing nets. Those nearby are doing household chores with each other, making it extremely noisy.
As soon as we entered the village, the whole road suddenly became very quiet.
Luo Yinpo walked forward, and I followed closely behind her.
The disgusted and contradictory looks of the villagers made my face burn.
Suddenly, a wheezing sound broke through the air.
I looked up in panic, but had no time to dodge. The black shadow flashed, and a wooden stick hit my head. I groaned in pain.
Curses are heard...
"Plague! You are going to die from the plague! Go into the village and get a hammer! Do you still want to kill a few people?!"
At the nearest gate of the courtyard, there was a tall and thin villager. He also had a stick in hand, and he wanted to hit me again with a fierce look on his face.
Immediately, the other villagers also began to scold me, saying that I was a loser and a tuberculosis ghost. I should die outside the village and don't come to the village and let everyone get bad luck.
My face was burning, I covered my forehead, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.
In fact, I haven't done anything bad, it's just because they can't bear to see that I am a person who deserves to die.
Even though my father did all his good deeds, he couldn't change their attitude...
Luo Yinpo walked straight to the door of the courtyard. She blocked it, and suddenly the villager did not dare to throw the stick.
"Apologise to Li Yinyang." Luo Yinpo stared at the villager and said coldly.
The villager's eyes were filled with conflict and disgust: "Dead woman, don't get involved in the affairs of Li Yinyang and Liu Shuigui's family. They are trying to trick our entire village. You have to take care of them. Otherwise, you will be killed by them!"
I clenched the corners of my clothes so tightly that my joints turned white.
Luo Yinpo squinted her eyes and still stared at the villager.
"I'm saving your life, otherwise, you might not be able to survive tonight!"
"Kneel down! Apologize to this kid!" Luo Yinpo's voice was sinister and terrifying to the extreme!
